Twisted In Between (On Hold)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Chloe's POV

The next day I went in search of another job around the city. All their replies were

"You don't have enough experience"

"We are looking for someone with more... etiquette"

"It says here in your resume that you were fired for hitting a customer?"

"We don't take college drop outs"

"The job is already taken by another applicant" That was the reply that I didn't believe. I mean if it was already taken, why is it still open?

I got home an uneventful day of searching for a job. I lived alone in a not so comfortable apartment. It had roaches and rats but it was the best I could afford. My neighborhood was a not so friendly one but I got passed being scared after 5 years of living here. I moved in when I was 17. My parents died on my sixteenth birthday and since then I've been living like this. A notice came from the bank verifying the expiration of the mortgage of the house. I had no relatives to take me in so I had no choice but to support myself. I wasn't taken to Child services because I ran away 2 days before they were to arrive. I graduated high school 3 months before I turned 17. It was pretty hard trying to afford my college funds and work like 5 part time jobs. Some would say that it's impossible but I'm a living proof of that. It was getting to intense working 5 jobs and the pay were hardly enough for my tuition not to talk about having three meals a day. I was majored in business administration and minored in dance. I got fired from 3 of my jobs during these times. Then gradually I lost the two left due to continuous absence, I had dance practice and recitals but not enough time. I only had one year left but things were getting two difficult to manage. I eventually quit college and now here I am.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The sound of someone hitting against my door brought me out of my thoughts. I opened the door and saw the owner of the apartment building standing outside it. She was a woman in her early 40s who wore too much makeup that made her look like she was in her late 50s. She was dressed like she was in her early 20s. I mean what old lady dresses like a hoe that just arrived from a bar. But in all her crazy ways she was like a mother to me. Well, kinda... she bakes me cookies, if that counts.

"Hello honey, I just came to remind you that your rent is due this Saturday" she slurred

"Can't you just please extend it to next week, I've been searching for a job" I asked pleadingly

"No can do, I've been trying to by myself a new line of makeup and I hear it's really expensive, my husband threw the last one in the toilet" Excuse me but I value my shelter over your stupid makeup that makes you look like a runaway clown. I slapped my hand on my mouth as realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I said that out loud

"What?!" she shrieked in a high pitched voice that used to annoy the shit out of me and still does

"Oh No I didn't mean it that way, No.... No" I said not fooling her or even myself as to what I really meant. I can't believe I just called the lady who baked me cookies a clown... on the run

"Pay the rent or leave" she said as she walked away swaying her hips which looked large in the short shorts she wore. I closed the door and as if on instinct my eyes scanned to the white card I was given last night that was laid on my lamp desk next to my bed. I sighed lowly as I went over to my bed not breaking eye contact with the card. I was looking at it like it will disappear at any moment.

3 hours 38 minutes 45 seconds and 57 milliseconds later (And Yes I was actually counting the time)

I was still looking at the card but the only difference is that I was lying sideways on my bed. I groaned in frustration as I reached for the card and dialed the number. It rang a few times before a woman picked up the phone